Isabella laid broken, her face was covered in the cum she had thrown up. She could hear the man downstairs, moving furniture? He already robed Isabella of her pride, was he robbing her house as well? He clambered up the starts, grabbing her by the wrist he dragged her down stars to, the bathroom?
“Get in. Get clean. If you try and leave and I’ll stay until your mother comes home and she will take your place.”
Something about the way he said It caused Isabella to believe him completely. Isabella would rather die than have her mom feel what she had felt tonight.
She asked him why she needed to be clean. He responded with a quick slap to her face. Her face stung as she walked into the bathroom. There were no windows in the bathroom, and nothing she could use to escape. She turned the water on to hot and got into the shower. It felt so good to clean the cum off her face. She was rejuvenated. She knew something bad was going to happen, and that might be her last chance to get out of it. Slowly and carefully she opened each cabinet drawers, looking for something, anything that could help her. She found nothing.
“Hurry up”
He called threw the door. She replied, “ I need some clothes” he had sent her in without any. He laughed a deep laugh before telling her to get out. With a nervous breath, she did as she was told. He led her to the kitchen table. Except he had dragged it out into the living room and cleared the space around it. Isabella stood next to the table, where the couch used to be. She wasn’t sure what to think, why would he mess with the furniture? She wanted to ask him, but the sting on her face from the last time she spoke up still sting. She was silent.
“Get on the table. Now.” His voice commanded. She did just that. A handcuff went around her left wrist, then her right. He told her to spread her arms out. She didn’t want to, she knew this would be bad, but thinking of her mother, she did it. He got under the table before she heard an odd clicking noise. With every click, her arms were pulled more and more to the edge of the table. soon her arms were straightened to their fullest, trapped, exposing her small breasts.
“Ratchet straps. They work wonders. Ok, now your legs.”
As he promised her legs were spread, showing any onlookers her freshly cleaned pussy. She thought she knew what was coming next. He would mount her, fuck her hole, cum in her face and leave. But she was wrong. He sat down on the moved couch and turned on the television. He was on his phone while watching some cartoons. He was typing away like a mad man, before calling someone.
“Yup. Pretty solid too. 100$. Ok, fine, 150$ for 2. How long? Ok, see you soon.”
Was he talking about her? She didn’t want to think about that. He probably was buying something she reckoned with herself.
Not more than 10 mints later, there was a knock on the door. She couldn’t see the door from her tied down position. She recognized one of the voices as someone the pizza man had spoken to over the phone. He walked in with a new man behind him.
He was short and little chubby, but his defining feature was his foul-smelling green jacket. Isabella saw it had an embordered “GM” on it. If it was blue she would have guessed General Motors, but between the green color and the foul smell, she guessed it was a “ Waste Management” uniform.
“Hia there girl, it was lucky I was close by. Get you all to my self before the rest come. Get to take ya nice and slow” he spoke with a deep southern accent.
His hand fell to Isabella spread out pussy, he was rough and fast, sticking several fingers into her hole. She moaned in discomfort, but he misinterpreted it.
“Oh, you like that you slut? “
He pulled himself away from her snatch and climbed on top of the table. He sat on her small breasts and pulled his dick out from his pants. He slipped it into Isabella's mouth. Her mouth was filled to the brim as he pushed his hips forward. He pounded away with pleasure.
She suddenly felt something enter her pussy. She looked to her left to see an ethnic man fall on top of her, slipping inside of her. suddenly her face was slapped back forward by the trash man.
“ Look away again and ill have cut your pretty face.”
The pizza man cut him a glance, Isabella could read in between the lines. No, you may not hurt the merchandise. Not without paying more anyway.
The black man that was pumping away in her pussy was loud. He moaned deeply with every thrust. The trash man sitting on her chest finally pulled out and stroked himself to finish on her tits. He got off her and almost immediately the man still inside of her let himself fall and stuck his tongue into her mouth. She felt an appendage in her left hand. She couldn’t move her head too look with the black man’s face attached to hers. He stroked the man she couldn’t see. At first, she thought he was tiny, but before long he grew to a respectable size. The man on top of her almost screamed as he came inside of her. This was a new sensation for her. The pizza man had cum in her mouth and the GM man on her tits. It was… warm, but not in a good way.
The black man pulled out and walked to the side, someone else immediately mounted her and began to thrust his hips. He was less well-endowed than the black man. Isabella now had a cock in both her tied down hands. She looked and what she saw terrified her to the bone. There must have been 10 men all crowded in her living room, all crowing around her. Most of them were stroking themselves. She was only able to look for a second before her head was pushed into the table, and a cock entered it.
Hours went by, but to Isabella, it felt like a lifetime. At least 4 separate men had cum in her pussy. The table was sticky with what had oozed out. The pain numbed, it horrified her how quickly her body was adapting to the abuse. But what scared her more, there seemed to be a whole new set of men in the room now, all awaiting their turn.
Sunlight came through the window just as the last man came inside her. Isabella lost count of how many men she pleased. Or rather how many men used her body to please themselves. With no cock in her mouth, she was able to see the last man in the room. it was the first one to take her. The cause of all this pain. The man who brought her pizza. He stayed on the couch most of the night. He made sure the men paid when they came in, and that they didn’t hurt her too much. And then he was gone. He didn’t say a word. Or untie her.
Once alone, she let her tears come, her tears mixed with the other liquids on her, and the table. she was still unable to move, unable to get off the table. Her mother would be home soon. And she would walk-in to her only daughter like this. Spread out, open to the world.
